He was perfect.
He'd go on those little walks with me around the
neighborhood, stopping just to tell me how beautiful I
look.
He'd tangle his fingers in my hair while kissing me.
He'd wrap his arms around me and tell me he loves
me.
He'd smile whenever I said 'I love you'
back.
He'd send those cute text messages to me, just to remind me
how much he misses me.
He'd notice the little things I did to make myself look
pretty.
Sound like I had the perfect boyfriend?
I did.
it sucked he was four years older than me.
It sucked my mother got involved and ruined everything.
It still
sucks.